Plastic People on the Streets

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Mind Talk

Plastic people on the streets
Make me feel like I’m unique
Silent scream of inner strive
Gentle voice from deep inside
No perfection and no lies
No regrets on other side

Set me free
My arduous mind
To the place, I couldn’t find
In the emptiness of real
Where time is standing still

Close your eyes and try to feel
Find yourself and disappear
Magic feeling comes around
And you feel those ups and downs

In the ocean of your thoughts
Your perceptions are being stopped
Give me freedom
My dear Lord
Give me peace

And give me storm
You have nothing
You have all
Die with me
And then reborn

– Artem Stelmakh

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